This tree (one out yonder across the water, I reckon) saw the sun and drifting heavy gray clouds, while Art and I stopped at the VFW post in town, a Thursday ritual (photo from VFW post parking lot, a parking lot shared with a container shipping transshipment company).
Day: February 29, 2024
Caveat: Poem #2766 “Not one”
ㅁ This haiku's not one. It starts out with the right shape, but then it kind of just rambles off in some kind of vague narrative.
– a pseudo-haiku.